Chapter Eighty-Seven: The End

At the same time, in the face of the siege of many people, Bai Lang felt a more dangerous feeling than when he was besieged in Li Zicheng's army. Those six lamas were the most troublesome, although they might not be able to beat him, but when Bai Lang attacked, it was always these six people who carried his attack. This technique of transferring power is indeed quite miraculous - when Bai Lang tore the tiger claws of the living people and grasped the lama who resisted him, it felt as if he was grasping a huge piece of oil-coated old cowhide, and the strength was difficult to achieve, and naturally he could not tear it with strength.

And if you use your fists, the internal force of the lama who keeps rotating to pick up his tricks is not trivial, and it can really block Bai Lang's internal force from the outside. And those few Tartars wielding heavy weapons are also difficult targets - even with the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training Golden Bell Jar, Bai Lang doesn't want to take such an attack at all - these guys all have divine powers, and they still have enough time to return under the cover of the lamas.

Those traitors are the best to deal with, but these traitors are also very cunning, swords fluttering, but rarely really hit Bai Lang, lest Bai Lang regard them as the main target - the mouth is loud, and the range of movement is quite large, and the fight looks very exciting, so wonderful that sometimes it even steals the limelight from the lama and the tartar. The cooperation of these three groups is not bad, and they really trapped the tiger of Bai Lang.

But they won't be able to kill this tiger for a while, and they even have to worry that this tiger will get out of trouble, the key to everything is to protect the six lamas, as long as they can continue to maintain the method of transferring their skills at will, Bai Lang will not be able to get out of trouble by killing others. Because these lamas have this ability, they take the initiative to entangle Bai Lang and let others attack, and Bai Lang will really make them helpless for a while.

Bai Lang's internal force and tiger claws will be blocked, but the strength of the foreign kung fu he played out is also difficult for those lamas to deal with, even if the old cowhide-like flesh protected by internal force blocks this kind of vigorous beating of the skin and flesh and breaking the bones, but this force is difficult to remove or will be out of position from time to time, and at this time it depends on luck, whether there is anyone who is greedy or simply unlucky to be caught by Bai Lang.

The first victim was really a traitor - this unlucky bastard was betrayed by his masters. Just now, the lama who took the initiative to catch up with him ate Bai Lang's trick and climbed the mountain hard, and the whole person was repelled by a strong blow to the chest, and the brothers behind him were all palms to pass on the power and help him unload the force, and this empty door was blocked by a member of the tartar carrying the one-legged bronze man, he roared wildly and stabbed the one-legged bronze man over, but the head of the copper man the size of a billiard ball was held by Bai Lang.

How could the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Cultivation Golden Bell Jar be easy to with? This blow that was enough to pierce the armor was directly picked up by Bai Lang's palm, and it also made a ringing sound like hitting a bell. And the next moment, Bai Lang's other hand grabbed directly at this tartar - at this time, the lama was out of position, and the others would be really difficult to save for a while - the tartar who could move his hands was pulling back, and the other people's attacks were not painful or itchy, and Bai Lang would not care at all.

All he had to do was pay attention to the door.

And the tartar also reacted very quickly, and directly grabbed the traitor next to him - a pig-tailed scholar dressed as a Ming man, and directly blocked him in front of him while giving up the weapon in his hand - life matters, weapons and slaves don't matter. Bai Lang won't stop, he grabbed it directly with one claw, and it was useless to let the scholar's sword dance not splash in. A claw pinched the sword and made a tooth-aching sound, and then grabbed the chest of the scholar in front of him with the sword.

The blade of the sword also cut into the man's chest, but the worst thing was that Bai Lang's five fingers had already been grabbed in, and as in the past, Bai Lang grabbed the other party's ribs and pulled it, and the whole rib of this person was pulled away - the scene was still very bloody. Every time Bai Lang does something, he makes it like this, and he doesn't want to change it anyway - he can't change it.

The hand that held the one-legged bronze man flipped over, and directly made the one-legged bronze man turn over and hold the foot—and then a fierce wind blew. The traitor who was pulled off his ribs directly became a lump of minced meat - "This blade is good, but today I didn't bring a weapon, so I really underestimated you." Now, let's die!"

Originally, the demon pestle in the lama's hand was still a little useful, and with the support of the transfer skill, he could actually break Bai Lang's golden bell jar from time to time, forcing him not to exhaust his power, and now with the one-legged bronze man, Bai Lang can break the game at once. You can transfer your internal strength again, and you can get the tantric kung fu you practice to be able to unload your strength or something, and you still have to kneel when you encounter a heavy weapon that was smashed down on your head. Originally, it could still remove the power of Bai Lang's fists and feet, but now with the addition of a one-legged bronze man, it is difficult to unload.

At once, he first broke the demon pestle, then swept and forced the lama back, stabbed forward and slammed into the big iron mace with a loud sound, and then the iron mace was beaten backwards and smashed directly on the shoulder of the tartar with the iron mace—his wrist could not stand such a force, and it was already broken. The bearded Tartar, who was as tall as a man-bear, didn't wait for a shout, and Bai Lang's fist had already arrived. The punch hit him directly in the chest, followed by a click, and the armor on his body was deformed and his entire chest was dented, but a piece protruded from his back.

Unable to survive, Bai Lang knew that this punch had shattered the sternum of the tartar in front of him, with the middle punch as the core, it had already shattered all the ribs when it was expanded, and the heart and lungs had also been broken. Beginning with the fall of this Tartar, the entire circle of siege began to crumble. First of all, Bai Lang used the feint of smashing down but suddenly giving up the one-legged bronze man, and stretched his body to bypass the lama at the head, but instead killed the lama who was passing on the gong behind.

It's a pity that their hands and bodies are connected to transmit power, and they only have a shallow layer of body protection skills on their bodies, and they were killed by Bai Lang at a very fast speed - the intestines are rotten, the heads are broken, the human body is curved, and half of the face and half of the body are there. Since this lama was stunned, the nightmare of the others also came......

It was only a dozen seconds, and almost everyone fell in front of Bai Lang, dying miserably, and Bai Lang's clothes were torn, and there were really a few wounds - and even fractures. It was a desperate blow from the Tartars, and when he died, he also gave Bai Lang a blow, and the kung fu of the golden bell jar was really broken by this heavy weapon. "Alas, the blade hasn't ...... yet" Bai Lang had just said this, and the jade fish pendant he was hanging around his neck suddenly jumped up and unfolded in front of him, "Hey, isn't it that it may take ten years to recharge?"

Before he could figure it out, he heard a voice from the castle tower, "Batu Lu Aobai is dead!" Just when he heard this voice, Bai Lang had already fallen into the circle formed by the fish.